This is a song about "Driving in the str"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

You will do anything to get in the driving seat

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

And garage for what i'm driving.

Just crashed my car driving on the thruway no way,

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Insomnia is driving me mental,

Its been driving me crazy lately

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

The sick fuck drags her into his car, driving home singing,

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

My brother's wreckles driving drives me insane.

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

You aint driving a benz

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense